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bandokay - the jungle lyrics

[intro: pressa]
yeah, only thing i knew was that revenge is a promise, man
(emrld)
could of did that sh+t three years ago, three days ago
thirty years ago, n+gga, sh+t gon’ catch up on you

[chorus: pressa]
i was in the jungle
but someone put me where the city at, we spin around
and go from block to block in city cabs, i know i’ll make it
but realize that half my city cap, must be crazy
if n+ggas catch me lacking i’ll be d+mned, keep it going
see i’ve been setting bars they couldn’t beat, it get annoying
the real don’t give a f+ck, please don’t ask me how i’m scoring
see i can’t turn my back on my n+gga who dodging warrant
this that love and loyalty, see this sh+t be so important

[verse 1: pressa]
free 47
i only f+ck with glizzy’s, .23’s and .27’s
i was in the trap serving junkies, serving kevin
might not know mе now, but where i’m from see i’m a legеnd
police on my back, i hit the gas just like the chevron
b+tch, i hit a left, hit a right, then hit the exit
amg benz flying through the intersection
i ain’t have sh+t in the trap, only had netflix
b+tch they call me pressa, so she tried to impress me
police want me locked up, but first they gotta catch me
smoking with a gun, so we took him on a high speed
wassi he go crazy with a gun, off molly
n+gga gon’ be dead if a n+gga try to try me
b+tch gon’ end up dead if she ever try to line me
bullets rip his face, i ain’t fighting like miyagi
b+tch we start a storm in the pot, real tsunami
[verse 2: bandokay]
its just a .38 cah if the opps come, we gotta sh+ll back
pretty little b+tch, i put my gun in her chanel bag
i got love for the guys, i see the ones that didn’t help man
double r cream seats, she wanna f+ck, i tell her f+ck me in the back then
two pistols, one brown and one black skeng
i like spinners, i like glock 9’s, i really want a mac+10
my n+gga got life cos on he’s knife he just splashed 10 (free him)
and i like nina’s with gold bells
and she a jezzie so i f+ck her in the hotel
a n+gga died, he got fried, i said “oh well”
my pistols nearby, i can’t lack up in this cold world
my yg’s charged up, they’re tryna go l, that’s tat for tat
two shotguns, they both blast off back to back
and you ain’t like that so how you hit the booth and rap your cap
shawty talk loads, she love to chat and chat
my n+gga caught a body all for the gang

- bandokay lyrics

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